Here you will find random musings, and little adventures.
Maybe some big adventures too, who knows!
All moths love the moon. It is their strongest desire to reach it. They spend all day resting, so that when the night falls and the moon is risen, they can put all their efforts to lift upwards, higher and closer to it’s light.
There is Something in your closet.
Are you afraid of it?
Most grown-ups are, that’s why they say that it isn’t there, or under the bed, or just behind the door. But it is, and I can tell you how not to be afraid of it.
When our ‘guide’ said suddenly ‘We can set up anywhere we like now, but I think a little further down is nicer.” I had a sort of double take. This is where we would be spending the night?
I passed under the bridge and realized we’d have to head quite a bit north to be able to access it by foot, so I plotted a path on google before we ventured forth
We walked around the hedge onto a candle lit boardwalk flanked by two reflective pools and overlooking the beach, the ocean, and the golden clouds on the horizon.
In my gradiose dreams, I’d expected to be cleaning feces out of cages, and felt like I couldn’t have been given a job further from the actual zookeeping.
While Lenin, Rapunzel, and Waiting for the Interurban (among many others) are readily featured, here are some lesser known works of art within a half mile of our apartment.
...the time has come to heed the words of Max after three spreads of marching, swinging from trees, and howling at the moon with Wild Things. "Now stop!"